I’ve been at the beach. It’s been wonderful! Last week we had the heat on and this weekend Spring is here. Spring ahead indeed! I didn’t even mind the darkness when the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. Okay — I minded a little, but after waking Simeon up (it took 4 tries. He is not a morning person) and dropping him off at school, I took a walk on the beach and everything was better. It felt so good that I went back after work. (Don’t hate me because I live on the coast…)
The breeze was great. Kids were playing with dogs, folk were digging in the sand and looking for sharks teeth along the water’s edge. I had my beach chair and a book. Pretty cool — except for the guys playing really loud music from their car radio. Music that was so much NOT what I wanted to hear. The parents of those cute kids with the wild little Benji dog didn’t seem to want to hear it either. There are names I do not want to be called and I don’t care who’s doing the calling. And there are words I’d just as soon my children, or anybody elses’ for that matter, not identify themselves with. (The only female dog in our household had 4 legs and fur.) Okay — I’m starting to rant. I’ll stop now. So I came home. Opened my windows and enjoyed the breeze. I’ve got a scented candle burning and an unread magazine to flip through. (It’s a couple of months old, but I get to them when I can!) I’ll go back tomorrow morning. The beach is way quieter before 8:00 a.m.
Speaking of music and ranting, a friend sent this GREAT video clip. I LOVE this.